My Autumn Hair

By the title of my post one would think that I have dyed my hair red. Not so. It is still gray and brown. But my hair does have that eerie, autumn, wind blown look. It is a look that makes me look dangerous, like a woman living on the edge. Someone who should have a cigarette dangling from her full red mouth; an aging beautician perhaps, who yells, "Get your buns over here darlin' so we can shave your head." A worn out diva, ensconced on a couch, who screams, "Junior bring me a beer."
I had my hair permed a few weeks ago. It seemed like a good idea. Now my hair is so curly I cannot manage it. I finally understand Fiddler's complaint about natural curl.
To make myself feel better I made some cranberry scones today. I thought a scone would taste good in this damp fall like weather. Baking scones was a good idea. I just took them out of the oven a short while ago. They don't just taste good, they taste WONDERFUL. They almost make me forget about my hair. Yes, Halloween is right around the corner, and I think I am ready.